Orpheus Alone

Original Text: 
Mark Strand, New Selected Poems (New York: Knopf, 2007): 172-173. PS 3569.T69 A6 2007X Robarts Library
1It was an adventure much could be made of: a walk
2On the shores of the darkest known river,
3Among the hooded, shoving crowds, by steaming rocks
4And rows of ruined huts half buried in the muck;
5Then to the great court with its marble yard
6Whose emptiness gave him the creeps, and to sit there
7In the sunken silence of the place and speak
8Of what he had lost, what he still possessed of his loss,
9And, then, pulling out all the stops, describing her eyes,
10Her forehead where the golden light of evening spread,
11The curve of her neck, the slope of her shoulders, everything
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Publication Notes: 
The New Yorker, March 6, 1989: 42
RPO poem Editors: 
Ian Lancashire
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